It was a cold night   All the homies was kickin it in the g-rides   K.O.D. would load in thet M-1   A.M.B. had the bass turned up loud   E.K.A. had the Uzi   Roscoe was holdin the A.K.   The phone rang   It was the Godfather   Givin us another issue   We got strapped, packed into the ride and ready to roll   (Roll, Roll, Roll)   And there they all go   I said "(Name), go up to that third block and flip a u-turn   Lyric clips ready? (ready) (ready)      Verse 1      Hit the gas, put on a ski mask, right when we pass...   (So what you think R?dd?) smoke that ass   This ain't a game, straight up reality   Made by the streets, done by insanity   Drive-by, yes, it's the reason   When an MC is slippin on the front porch   Stick em like a pithc fork, this is not New York   This is a concept comin from L.A.   The West Coast comin with the war braids   So you know we're ready, Roscoe, is the hit squad ready?   Yes, they're ready   It's a clip to an Uzi that I insert   And at the show I unload at the concert   Yes, you just got tagged   Rolled to the bodybag is like rollin up a zig-zag   I can go on and on, tellin war stories   About gangsta dyin for a territory   We claim the stage like the boulevard   It's only for those who are hard   Hardcore, we give you more   Cause the bass is pumpin from the third floor   So you look up and all you see is T.R.I.B.E.   You have a teardrop tacked to your eye   25 to life, so you better get with it   You ask who did it, the Ganxta R?dd did it      Chorus      Once upon a drive-by it was me and the Ganxta R?dd   MC's try to sweat the dawg, this is what he did   Time is tickin, the world's gone bad   You ain't with it, you better step back   Feel the wrath of the Ganxta R?dd      Damn, that's a hard ass lyric      Time is tickin, the world's gone bad   You ain't with it, you better step back   Feel the wrath of the Ganxta R?dd      Verse 2      That's how it is in the streets of L.A.   People gettin killed today   You smile now and later you die   By a drive-by, you only have time to see the bullets fly   On the news it was televised   An Astrovan on Daytons strolled by   You think I lie? O.M.B. supplies the R.I.-   P. to the busteres in front of me   Sweat that ass every time he sees me   Cause I hold the mic and stomp   Cuttin your head on a tree stump, watch the crowd I pump   When it's quiet on the set E.K.A. gets upset   Fuck that shit, Ganxta R?dd's up next   And this is a death threat   Time after time you forget   That this is a drive-by hit   Fuck a Dayton -stealer   Don-L the K.O.D. is the walk-by ladykiller   Then I turn to the R...   Rock, ROscoe, Rob and Rook   And the R?dd, yea, he's the microphone crook   O is the left hook   Like when Brooklyn comes to L.A., you get took   So analyze the outlook   The old days a drive-by was heavy   Cause it was done by Machinegun Kelly   The new days this game is to live or die   In L.A. once upon a drive-by      Chorus      Once upon a drive-by it was me and the Ganxta R?dd   MC's try to sweat the dawg, this is what he did   Time is tickin, the world's gone bad   You ain't with it, you better step back   Feel the wrath of the Ganxta R?dd      Damn, that's a hard ass lyric      Time is tickin, the world's gone bad   You ain't with it, you better step back   Feel the wrath of the Ganxta R?dd      Verse 3      It can't be stopped, and it's comin like blindside   Once upon a drive-by came from the westside   Yes, all you can do is wet your lips   Hopin you don't get hit by the next lyric clip   I turn down the bass so I can feel ya   Ganxta R?dd is the microphone killer   You just got smoked cause the gangsta in me is loc'ed   Stop jackin for spokes   Or else you get picked on O. Mobsta Bass bomb   Another gangsta from the funk farm   This one is created   By the R, muthafucka, who stated   That this jam is rated R   That was the last seminar   We witness a murder on the boulevard   Yes, we just been spotted, spotted on the radar   Soldiers sent from the ???   Cause we're comin in too hard   Too hard (too hard) (too hard)